why is this world so scary?
why cant some dogs get loved?
get locked away after one wrong move?
why do we have to live this way?
this is a dog, I mean my dog Dougall.
this is a dog who is not very clever but I still love him.
he looks at me like somethings wrong, like he needs me.
now he sits at the stair window waiting for us to come home.
now he doesn’t sleep on his own bed.
I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I do know I’m thinking of him.
tell me, what will I ever do without him….
by Alba MacDougall
